A Drabble Story
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Category:
Final Fantasy VII › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
771
Reviews:
11
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Final Fantasy VII, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 3
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Well…This…Uh…Hm.
This is not what I had in mind. Not close. Never. Nope. Not one bit.
“Marlene…Can you please let go?”
“No!”
I sighed. She had been like this since the explosion had rocketed through Midgar’s ruins and apparently through to edge. How is it a child knows things like this? As you can probably guess, Sephiroth had indeed returned through Kadaj, leaving Cloud to face his nightmare once again. Though Cloud won the battle, the outcome of Yazoo and Loz showing up had a tragic twist in it twisted version of fate. The brothers had taken out the area around them, almost causing the Shera to crash had Cid not caught it in time. Nothing but smoking metal remained when Cid landed the airship, Barret, Yuffie and Red rushing off to the search as soon as the docks were open. Tifa had huddled against the windowpanes on her knees crying, wide wine eyes glassy and lost as she stared at the spot were Cloud had last been seen.
Cid stood silently by her side, rubbing stubble nervously, not knowing what to do to help the girl. I was stunned, having thought that the Turks Reno and Rude had taken care of the two brothers. I took pity on seeing Tifa breaking as much as she was and too felt a little twinge in my chest for our leader.
Highwind turned towards me, looking as if he was about to keel of from the stress of thing, shoulders shrugging. I gestured for him to hold her, seeing him flinch and shake his head. ‘No! I ain’t good at that kinda shit!’ he mouthed. I frowned. Was he saying that I was? Me? The guy who almost broke down when one of my favorite pistols busted? A man that died because of trying to help a woman to begin with?
I felt cornered.
Dammit Highwind! You bloody coward and a half.
‘You fucking owe me Chief.’
I was rewarded with a grin as I walked past him. My hand grazed Cerberus, a gesture I had hoped he would catch, which he did because he dashed away leaving the brig all together.
I was never good at consoling. I can’t even deal with my own problems. I can give advice yes, but not comfort and that’s something Tifa needed. It was an awkward to put my hand on her shoulder as I squatted down to her level, my boot clinking gently as they scrapped across the floor.
“Tifa…”
She took in a shuddered breath, one that I could feel through my hand. She sniffed and turned her wine eyes back out to the rubble.
“He promised Marlene and Denzel that he would be safe. He told them that he would come back…and now…now I’m not so sure.”
Her hand were worrying and tightening at the hem of her skirt, the strong appendages threatening to tear it. Again my mind was a fury of thoughts, all concerning whether or not I should hate Cloud. I do recall the mako-eyed man telling Marlene as the walked off hours before in the Forgotten City that he would protect Tifa and come back unharmed.
Damn fool.
“…Vincent?”
With a slight jerk, I ‘hm’ed my eyes meeting hers again. Her face was pale with angry red lines running down her eyes from the salt of her tears and her frantic rubbing of trying to keep them away.
She licked her lips, hands stopping they’re pulling as they rested on her lap.
“Will…can you…Will you take me to the kids?”
I froze.
Why me?
”You could get there faster then Cid…and well…the kids seem to like you and maybe you could help me get them to understand.”
Is she giving me puppy eyes?
“Please? The Shera is needed here right now and I know that there are spare bikes in the cargo hold. I don’t want to go by myself…”
She trusted me with a bike? Do I really have a choice?
Nope. Of course not. Because I have no luck what so ever.
“Alright.”
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...You know what to do..
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(Not feeling too loved..little energy...)
Well…This…Uh…Hm.
This is not what I had in mind. Not close. Never. Nope. Not one bit.
“Marlene…Can you please let go?”
“No!”
I sighed. She had been like this since the explosion had rocketed through Midgar’s ruins and apparently through to edge. How is it a child knows things like this? As you can probably guess, Sephiroth had indeed returned through Kadaj, leaving Cloud to face his nightmare once again. Though Cloud won the battle, the outcome of Yazoo and Loz showing up had a tragic twist in it twisted version of fate. The brothers had taken out the area around them, almost causing the Shera to crash had Cid not caught it in time. Nothing but smoking metal remained when Cid landed the airship, Barret, Yuffie and Red rushing off to the search as soon as the docks were open. Tifa had huddled against the windowpanes on her knees crying, wide wine eyes glassy and lost as she stared at the spot were Cloud had last been seen.
Cid stood silently by her side, rubbing stubble nervously, not knowing what to do to help the girl. I was stunned, having thought that the Turks Reno and Rude had taken care of the two brothers. I took pity on seeing Tifa breaking as much as she was and too felt a little twinge in my chest for our leader.
Highwind turned towards me, looking as if he was about to keel of from the stress of thing, shoulders shrugging. I gestured for him to hold her, seeing him flinch and shake his head. ‘No! I ain’t good at that kinda shit!’ he mouthed. I frowned. Was he saying that I was? Me? The guy who almost broke down when one of my favorite pistols busted? A man that died because of trying to help a woman to begin with?
I felt cornered.
Dammit Highwind! You bloody coward and a half.
‘You fucking owe me Chief.’
I was rewarded with a grin as I walked past him. My hand grazed Cerberus, a gesture I had hoped he would catch, which he did because he dashed away leaving the brig all together.
I was never good at consoling. I can’t even deal with my own problems. I can give advice yes, but not comfort and that’s something Tifa needed. It was an awkward to put my hand on her shoulder as I squatted down to her level, my boot clinking gently as they scrapped across the floor.
“Tifa…”
She took in a shuddered breath, one that I could feel through my hand. She sniffed and turned her wine eyes back out to the rubble.
“He promised Marlene and Denzel that he would be safe. He told them that he would come back…and now…now I’m not so sure.”
Her hand were worrying and tightening at the hem of her skirt, the strong appendages threatening to tear it. Again my mind was a fury of thoughts, all concerning whether or not I should hate Cloud. I do recall the mako-eyed man telling Marlene as the walked off hours before in the Forgotten City that he would protect Tifa and come back unharmed.
Damn fool.
“…Vincent?”
With a slight jerk, I ‘hm’ed my eyes meeting hers again. Her face was pale with angry red lines running down her eyes from the salt of her tears and her frantic rubbing of trying to keep them away.
She licked her lips, hands stopping they’re pulling as they rested on her lap.
“Will…can you…Will you take me to the kids?”
I froze.
Why me?
”You could get there faster then Cid…and well…the kids seem to like you and maybe you could help me get them to understand.”
Is she giving me puppy eyes?
“Please? The Shera is needed here right now and I know that there are spare bikes in the cargo hold. I don’t want to go by myself…”
She trusted me with a bike? Do I really have a choice?
Nope. Of course not. Because I have no luck what so ever.
“Alright.”
-
...You know what to do..
Review
(Not feeling too loved..little energy...)